Chapter 233 The end of the song is the beginning of the harvest

Seeing the bronze temple door open, the other monks immediately rushed forward and rushed towards the temple door.

The more fanatical others are.

Zheng Fa and the other three became more and more frightened.

"Walk!"

Zheng Fa and Xiao Yuying looked at each other, and Xiao Yuying understood. The chariots under their feet shone brightly and turned into a sunset glow as they flew away into the distance.

The sword in the hand of the Canyang Sword Immortal rolled over Yan Wushuang and took him to Zheng Fa and the others.

Are you kidding! It would be fine if this bronze palace only had the new method passed down.

There is actually someone else! A supporter of Tianhe Zun, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years...

Only a fool wouldn't run! Zheng Fa looked back and saw that many of the cultivators were not really stupid. Seeing Zheng Fa and his companions running away, they knew something was wrong and followed them out.

But some people who were blinded by greed had already rushed into the dark hall.

"traitor!"

Sure enough, another roar came from inside.

Before the roar ended, Zheng Fa felt the hairs on his neck stand up. He looked up and saw the red smoke between heaven and earth flying into the hall like a young swallow flying into the forest.

"sword!"

Zheng Fa saw with his own eyes that the bronze hall flashed and turned into a strange-looking bronze sword.

The owner holding the bronze sword is even more bizarre - it is a skeleton, or rather, an incomplete skeleton.

His skull seemed to have been cracked, with a fatal and hideous crack from his forehead to his chin.

The parts of his body were not complete - three ribs were missing, there was only one shoulder blade, and his left leg was empty below the knee.

It can be seen what kind of war this man had experienced in his life.

The only thing that made him look less miserable was that every bone of his was glowing purple, appearing extremely magical.

The gathered red smoke turned into flames and burned fiercely in his broken eye sockets.

At first, the two flames seemed to be searching everywhere - probably looking for the most authentic traitor, er, Yan Wushuang.

But the Sword Immortal Canyang was really cunning. He took Yan Wushuang and ran for his life.

He flew faster than both Zheng Fa and had left Xiao Yuying's chariot behind.

The skeleton seemed to look around, as if it didn't find Yan Wushuang. It was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the monks around it.

"traitor!"

“They are all traitors!”

"punish!"

Sword energy!

The sun had not yet set, but an endless sea of ​​stars appeared in the sky.

In the sea of ​​stars, a sword energy carrying endless murderous intent descended from the sky.

Zheng Fa was already a hundred miles away from the skeleton, and at this moment, he inexplicably felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The iron-eating beast pulling the cart let out a wail, twisted its limbs, and crawled forward.

Zheng Fa looked back——

He seemed to be watching a strange pantomime.

Unable to escape, the dozens of cultivators closest to the skeleton, whether they were in the Nascent Soul or Golden Core stage, all became inexplicably slow in their movements.

They didn't do it on purpose.

Zheng Fa could see the confusion, fear and despair in their eyes.

The sword energy swept by like an autumn wind, and all people and things disappeared silently in the wind.

He looked at a Yuanying from the Hundred Immortals Alliance standing there, motionless, with no scars on his body, and nothing unusual.

But when the breeze blew, the body of this Nascent Soul, the clothes inside and outside his body, and the magic weapon in his hand all collapsed in an instant and turned into grains of flying sand.

"Fairy Xiao..."

"Um?"

"Look."

Zheng Fa pointed behind him.

Xiao Yuying looked back.

The skeleton had stopped, and the fire in his eyes gradually calmed down, as if all its power had been exhausted by this sword.

It was as if he had woken up from his anger.

He turned his head, as if he was looking around the world, or as if he had remembered something very important.

"Follow Master, slay the immortals..."

He suddenly said.

"Zhu Xian..."

The skeleton raised the bronze sword, pointed to the sky and shouted.

"Zhu Xian!"

Everyone stared at the scene in a daze.

This person who had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, even though he had turned into bones, seemed to remember the two words "Zhu Xian".

The bronze sword in his hand also turned into ashes in the wind.

The purple light on his bones gradually dimmed, and he fell to the ground, no longer looking scary at all.

After waiting for a long time, the surrounding monks gathered cautiously, as if they wanted to see what was going on.

Zheng, Fa and the other three looked at each other and did not move.

“Everything is gone.” The Sword Immortal Canyang didn’t even look at that place, and said directly, “Under that sword…any cultivator, any magic weapon, cannot exist.”

Zheng Fa could hear the trembling in the great monk's voice.

He knew that, as Old Han was known as the Sword Immortal, he could probably feel the horror of the sword better than anyone else.

Even... Zheng Fa himself was extremely sensitive to the word "Zhu Xian" - ever since he felt that the Xuanwei Realm had a close relationship with the modern world, he had read many related books.

There are both unofficial history, mythology and novels.

Zhu Xian...

Zheng Fa couldn't help but think of his own five-colored divine light, positive and negative.

I became even more suspicious.

Sure enough, although the group of people searched hard and even touched the skeleton lying on the ground, they did not find any magic weapon or skills.

The dead monks should have left behind some storage bags or magic weapons.

But Mr. Han’s judgment was very accurate—there was nothing.

"Five Yuanying True Immortals and thirteen Jindan cultivators... died in vain."

There was a hint of sighing, even fear, in Xiao Yuying's tone when she spoke.

She bowed respectfully to the Sword Immortal Canyang, full of gratitude.

If the old man hadn't come to warn her, she didn't think she could have escaped the sword.

The Sword Immortal Canyang glanced at Zheng Fa with a smile.

Zheng Fa was also bowing to the other party at this time - he knew that he had to accept this favor.

Old Han laughed even more happily.

He waved his hands and said, "We are pretty lucky this time... Having nothing is better than having something..."

Several people understood what he meant.

This would be a difficult matter if there were really some new law to be passed down.

The group of monks searched for a long time before leaving in disappointment.

The desert, which was bustling just now, gradually became deserted.

"That's enough! The music is over and everyone is leaving! We are also leaving!" said the Canyang Sword Immortal with a smile.

He brought Yan Wushuang and bowed to the two of them. The magic sword turned into a rainbow light, wrapping the two of them and walking away.

Xiao Yuying watched the two of them leave, then turned to look at Zheng Fa and said:

"All in vain..."

Zheng Fa nodded, but there was no disappointment on his face. Instead, he looked somewhat happy.

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"Yes, we have avoided a big trouble." Seeing him so happy, Xiao Yuying misunderstood. She nodded and said, "Compared to those monks who died in unclear circumstances, we are much luckier."

Zheng Fa smiled.

He didn't say anything, but he was happy not just because of this.

…

One month later.

A few days ago, some monks who were trying to find treasure searched here for several days without giving up.

But there is indeed no treasure left here.

After a few days, no one came here anymore.

"Junior brother! What are we doing here?"

In the sky, Senior Sister Yuan's voice sounded, and she seemed a little puzzled.

Qingluan fell to the ground, revealing the figures of Zheng Fa and Senior Sister Zhang.

Senior Sister Zhang also looked at Zheng Fa with some confusion in her eyes, as if she didn't know why Zheng Fa asked them to come to this desert.

Senior Sister Yuan looked around and frowned as she said:

"Junior brother, I have heard about what happened here."

"Several waves of monks came and went, but they all returned empty-handed!"

"When we flew over here, we didn't see anyone for a hundred miles! It seems they have given up."

"What are we still doing here?"

Zheng Fa glanced around.

Indeed, there was nothing here except the red soil on the ground.

No one is good!

Without people around, it would be easier to do archaeology in peace!

"Senior Sister!" He pointed to the ground under his feet: "We are here for one purpose."

"What?"

"dig!"

"Dig?" Senior Sister Yuan was stunned when she heard that. After thinking for a while, her round eyes lit up. "You mean, there is a treasure buried underneath?"

“…”

"Junior brother! How did you know?!"

"I have no idea."

"So what are you going to dig?"

Zheng Fa pointed to the dirt on the ground and said, "This!"

"earth?"

"Exactly!"

Senior Sister Yuan looked at Zheng Fa, then at Senior Sister Zhang, and murmured, "Senior Sister, Junior Brother Zheng is too good at ordering people around now!"

“…”

"He made us run thousands of miles to dig for him just to play in the mud!"

"..." Senior Sister Zhang glanced at her and asked Zheng Fa, "Tell me what you think."

Zheng Fa said: "Senior sister, I think this soil is very valuable for research."

"Research?"

Senior Sister Zhang was stunned: "What's so good about this?"

This is the biggest difference between Zheng Fa and the cultivators in this world.

For example, Senior Sister Zhang, she has also read quite a few modern academic books.

But the idea of ​​this place is very similar to that of the cultivators in the Xuanwei Realm -

Is there any magic weapon?

Are there any spiritual materials?

Is there any practice method?

If there is none of these, they will feel that this place is no longer valuable.

But when Zheng Fa prepared the booklet, he mostly referred to some archaeological records.

In the context of modern archaeology, soil can preserve some very important information - even more information than artifacts and documents.

What's more, the soil here must contain many strange substances -

The red color of the soil may be the blood of the followers of Lord Tianhe.

How many of the fly ash particles that dissipated before fell on the ground?

Not to mention, there is a corpse here that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years and can still move! For other monks, this place may no longer have any value.

But for Zheng Fa, this place is full of treasures! After hearing his words, Senior Sister Zhang opened her mouth wide and stared at him intently: "Where did you... come up with these fantastic ideas?"

Zheng Fa didn't know how to explain, so he could only smile.

Senior Sister Yuan at the side seemed not to understand and her eyes were a little confused.

"dig!"

Senior Sister Yuan looked as if she doubted her ears: "Huh?"

"Do as you are told."

Senior Sister Zhang said.

Senior Sister Yuan opened her mouth, thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "Senior Sister, Junior Brother has become what he is now, I think it's because of your pampering!"

…

Zheng Fa slowly walked to the side of the skeleton. Those monks who were looking for treasure had actually carefully examined the bones.

But at this moment, this person seemed to have exhausted his last bit of energy and no longer had any magical qualities.

Naturally, those monks did not take him seriously and discarded him like garbage, with his skeleton scattered all over the ground.

Zheng Fa collected the man's bones one by one, sorted them out, and placed them in the coffin he brought, then - he gently bowed to the other party.

(End of this chapter)